Re: Getting shocked
I think I donated the most flesh and blood to a Mita DC-3285. It also had a noisy registration clutch. I had my finger on the shaft as it was spinning ... {yes, it's definitely the reg clutch ... } ... when somebody taps me on the shoulder. I turned my head, but I didn't hear any of the words over the sounds that I was making.
The cast iron reg clutch hub had grabbed hold of my right index finger, and removed a lot of the flesh from the inside. The machine pulled a main drive error, so the motor stopper turning. Here's my least favorite part. The finger was still in the gear drive, and I have no coordination whatsoever left handed. The only think to do was yank what was left of the finger out. It took three tries.
By the time I came up from behind the machine I was feeling a bit stunned. The person who had tapped my shoulder looked a little pale too. I asked her: "Can you help me wrap up this finger, before I pass out?" She turned and ran. I don't know who wrapped my finger.
I did button up the machine, gore and all. And it was still squeaking away.
Oh, one more. Back in the moving tabletop days we used to tip the glass back with the cable drive still attached and lean it against the wall. I think this was a Toshiba BD-1310. As I was cleaning I noticed the glass faltering, and I grabbed for it. I had it firmly gripped when the glass shattered into a lot of of very sharp bits. The guy next to me took me to the tool crib. Apparently the guy in charge of the tool crib was a part-time paramedic, and did a fine job of pulling the glass bits, disinfecting, and taping me up. He said I'd need a bunch of stitches, but shouldn't have any trouble driving to the clinic down the street.
Now a little background, I grew up in Chicago. In Chicago, when you go to the emergency room you get to sit in the waiting room and bleed all over the plastic chairs for 4 or 5 hours before you're tended to. And that is what I expected. So I show up at the clinic in fairly good shape. I'm not bleeding on anything. I'm taped up. But the nurse on staff rushes me into a room, and less than a minute later I've got a doctor tending to my gashes. She says: "Oh, we can do the paperwork later ... ". Never in Chicago. Without insurance confirmation you can die in the waiting room, bleeding on the floor.
I've been told I have an unusually long life line, but that one came from the Toshiba. =^..^=
I think I donated the most flesh and blood to a Mita DC-3285. It also had a noisy registration clutch. I had my finger on the shaft as it was spinning ... {yes, it's definitely the reg clutch ... } ... when somebody taps me on the shoulder. I turned my head, but I didn't hear any of the words over the sounds that I was making.
The cast iron reg clutch hub had grabbed hold of my right index finger, and removed a lot of the flesh from the inside. The machine pulled a main drive error, so the motor stopper turning. Here's my least favorite part. The finger was still in the gear drive, and I have no coordination whatsoever left handed. The only think to do was yank what was left of the finger out. It took three tries.
By the time I came up from behind the machine I was feeling a bit stunned. The person who had tapped my shoulder looked a little pale too. I asked her: "Can you help me wrap up this finger, before I pass out?" She turned and ran. I don't know who wrapped my finger.
I did button up the machine, gore and all. And it was still squeaking away.
Oh, one more. Back in the moving tabletop days we used to tip the glass back with the cable drive still attached and lean it against the wall. I think this was a Toshiba BD-1310. As I was cleaning I noticed the glass faltering, and I grabbed for it. I had it firmly gripped when the glass shattered into a lot of of very sharp bits. The guy next to me took me to the tool crib. Apparently the guy in charge of the tool crib was a part-time paramedic, and did a fine job of pulling the glass bits, disinfecting, and taping me up. He said I'd need a bunch of stitches, but shouldn't have any trouble driving to the clinic down the street.
Now a little background, I grew up in Chicago. In Chicago, when you go to the emergency room you get to sit in the waiting room and bleed all over the plastic chairs for 4 or 5 hours before you're tended to. And that is what I expected. So I show up at the clinic in fairly good shape. I'm not bleeding on anything. I'm taped up. But the nurse on staff rushes me into a room, and less than a minute later I've got a doctor tending to my gashes. She says: "Oh, we can do the paperwork later ... ". Never in Chicago. Without insurance confirmation you can die in the waiting room, bleeding on the floor.
I've been told I have an unusually long life line, but that one came from the Toshiba. =^..^=
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